Between the friendship and the love, too much of knowledge kills the latter.
Between the angel part of you and lusting bitch if that might matter
Between the two, between the two, between the two – I’ll take the latter.
I’ll kiss the tipper* of your toe
I promise not to ask for more
I’ll fondle nipples of your breast
I’ll not dare touching rest
I am the stranger in your lands
My journey at the borders ends
My ship I ancore at your ports
I’ll stay in bounds of my words.
// * – no relevance to the wife of our glorious environmentalist 😉